When I was in seventh grade I dated twins named Jeff and Bryan. I was the only punk girl in my school, so they liked me. In retrospect those two were some of the gayest guys in that school, but I was young so I went with it. I can’t even consider it a relationship, those two wanted the d so bad.
Regardless I met Jon through them. We hung out a few times and he was really nice. Eventually, it was just me and him that would hang out at his parents in Romeoville. He used to take me out with his friends to parties and we’d get drunk and have fun, he was kind of protective though, I had to be right next to him the whole time. On the night of one of these parties he brought me, extremely intoxicated, into a back room and started taking off my clothes. I kept saying no, I was too drunk, I’m a virgin, anything to get him off of me, but he insisted. He told me he loved me and kept pushing me until I finally just gave in, too tired and drunk to keep fighting.
This was how our relationship started. Because I was so young I never brought him around my family or told him where I lived. I would always go out to Romeoville to see him. I should have known something was up when he bought a condo in Orland to “be closer to me”, I had told him that’s where I was from, not wanting him to know where I really lived. I used to tell my parents I was sleeping over at my cousin Sam’s house in Tinley so I could go see him.
He was desperately in love with me, no matter how many times he said it, I never said it back. I didn’t love him. I was starting to fear him more than anything. One night in particular set everything over the edge.
I went up to Orland to surprise Jon, I walked right in as he had given me a key. He had about 5 or 6 guys over, they were all drinking in the living room. Jon was drinking too, but he was on something else entirely. He pulled me in for a hug and then told me, “I thought I told you to call if you wanted to come over. You can’t just show up.”
I apologized and he laughed. Then his demeanor changed. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and dragged me over to a chair, forcing me into it. “You’re here now, so you might as well have a drink.”
He forced a glass of bourbon into my hand and stared at me until I finished it. Now everyone else in the room was watching us silently. Jon started laughing again at the situation, he started talking about actresses with big boobs.
"But this bitch here, she doesn’t have shit as far as I know. It’s not like she ever takes her bra off for me" Which was true, I was and still am self conscious about my lack of tits, I never took my bra off in front of a guy until Andy.
His hand was around my neck again, “Why don’t you show me now?” He started tearing my tank top off. His friends looked terrified, a few of them spoke up and told him to stop, but he was already trying to force my hands away from my chest since I was covering myself with my arms.
I scrambled off toward the room to grab a shirt so I could leave. Jon never let me keep clothes at his house, which was finally starting to make sense when I realized there was a girl getting dressed on Jon’s bed. “Do you like what you see? I did.”
He grabbed me by my neck again, his fingers digging into my jaw. I took off toward the living room, everyone else had left already. I grabbed my bag and took off running toward the door, but Jon had me by the back of my pants. He threw me down on the floor and punched me, that was the first time he had ever really hit me.
Then he dragged me into the room and laid me down on the bed. I was begging him to stop, but he kept taking off my clothes. He stopped for a moment and looked at me. My nose was bleeding badly, he started crying, telling me he loved me and he was sorry. He never meant to cheat or hurt me. He begged me to stay, threatening to kill himself if I didn’t. I gave in and slept with him to shut him up. After he fell asleep I left, ignored all his calls.